Henry Rollins is one of my heroes. Lead singer, novelist, spoken poet, comedian, actor, activist, journalist – and definitely not in the UK often enough – even though it’s taken the guy a while to learn to love the place (as he so often explains, it’s a case of finding all the non-racists and non-idiots)…
Being a hero I’ve never seen in the flesh thanks to bad timing and not enough dollar for tickets, it’s always appreciated then when someone in the world shares their bootleg of a full Rollins show, as below.
If you’re reading this, please watch it just incase Comedy Central UK decide it’s intellectual copy-theft.
In the absence of decent Citizenship and Sex Education lessons for 11-16 year olds in the UK (so aptly abbreviated to PVG when I was a schoolgirl); I genuinely think this video would go some way to helping and giving the 50-minute Meaning of Life to the current generation of tech-savvy, frustrated, uber-intelligent kids with no time to waste and yet they still learn all the wussy crap that will be irrelevant in 10 years time; disempowered auto-didacts brought up on computers yet locked up in a Victorian education system presided over by Michael Gove, the parliamentary version of Miss Havisham, holding the dreams of millions of kids hostage…WOAH I DIGRESS. What I intend is Henry Rollins is one of a dying breed across the spoken world and rock community: politicised, strong, smart (and fast with it); funny – and skilled at elucidating the emotional complexity of universal situations, having ADHD as well as cherry picking the darkest along with the most hilarious moments of his experience from life on the road thus far – all distilled to bring us the same inherent, yet hard-won love of humanity and all the awful messiness it oozes.